The Legacy
Thomas Moore
1779 to 1852
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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Where weary travellers love to call.
To bathe the relic from morn till night.
Then, then my spirit around shall hover,
But balmy drops of the red grape borrow,
Revive its soft note in passing along,
Then take my harp to your ancient hall;
Hang it up at that friendly door,
Never, oh! never its balm bestowing
To sully a heart so brilliant and light;
To her he adores shall bathe its brim,
Oh! let one thought of its master waken
Keep this cup, which is now o'er-flowing,
When the light of my song is o'er,
And hallow each drop that foams for him.
Bid her not shed one tear of sorrow
Then if some bard, who roams forsaken,
O bear my heart to my mistress dear;
Tell her it lived upon smiles and wine
But when some warm devoted lover
Of the brightest hue, while it lingered here.
When in death I shall calmly recline,
To grace your revel, when I'm at rest;
On lips that beauty has seldom blest.
Your warmest smile for the child of song.